The Villains All Fell in Love with Me After Rebirth : Chapter 89 - Feelings
Chapter 89: Feelings
Carlos looked at Ning Yu, his gaze instantly turning cold. After a moment, he lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Ling, asking slowly, “Is that so?”
Leaning into Ning Yu’s embrace, Ji Ling’s tense body stiffened slightly. Ning Yu’s hand was warm and firm, as if telling him that no matter what happened, it was okay—there was no need to be afraid or hesitate.
Ji Ling remained silent for a moment, his heart gradually settling on a decision. Although Ning Yu’s sudden appearance was unexpected, his words had actually given Ji Ling an excuse to reject Carlos.
He lifted his eyes to meet Carlos’ gaze and said, “Yes.”
Carlos’ brows furrowed sharply, his jaw tightening, his eyes darkening as he stared at Ji Ling, as if trying to see through him—was this genuine or just another excuse?
That look made Ji Ling’s heart tighten instantly. He was terrified that the villain might suddenly snap, feeling incredibly uneasy...
However, after a brief silence, the coldness on Carlos’ face faded. His gaze softened once more, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: “Before, in order to reject me, you told me you loved Jing Sui. But you never truly loved him—that was just your excuse… Now, you're using the same trick again.”
Ji Ling thought to himself, If you lie too many times, no one will believe you anymore…
Sigh.
He felt a little helpless, a little guilty even, but he still said, “This time, it's not an excuse.”
Carlos didn’t seem convinced. The corner of his lips lifted slightly, his voice deep: “Do you really love him?”
Ji Ling paused for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, “In this world, I just need to be myself. I don’t have to pretend to like anyone anymore. And when I said I don’t love you—that wasn’t a lie.”
For the first time, Carlos’ always calm and elegant expression showed a trace of sorrow, making him look heartbreakingly sad.
Ji Ling met Carlos’ gaze, and his chest tightened with a suffocating heaviness. It was hard to breathe. But in the end, he forced himself to look away, grabbed Ning Yu’s hand, and turned to leave.
Some things, if you don’t cut them off cleanly, will only lead to greater trouble.
Even if it seemed heartless now, it was better than an entanglement that never ended.
That way, it would be better for everyone.
………………
Ji Ling walked out of the hotel in one go. Once he confirmed that Carlos hadn’t followed, he let go of Ning Yu’s hand as if it burned him. Flustered, he didn’t dare to look at him. Just now, in order to shake off Carlos, he had tacitly agreed to Ning Yu’s words.
Now that they were alone, he suddenly found the situation unbearably awkward!
I… I actually admitted that I love Ning Yu just now?! What do I do?! What will he think of me?!
Ning Yu lowered his gaze slightly, his lips curling into a faint smile as he looked at the blushing, flustered young man. His voice was low and husky: “When I said that you love me—you didn’t deny it.”
Aaaahhhhhh! I’m already dying of embarrassment, why do you have to say it out loud?!
Can’t you give me a little dignity?!
Ji Ling felt like he had been thrown into boiling water. He stammered, “I—I—that was…”
Seeing how utterly flustered Ji Ling was, Ning Yu sighed lightly. Although he really wanted to tease him a little more, he couldn’t bear to push him too hard.
So he said casually, “You just said that to shake off Carlos. I know that.”
Ji Ling froze.
Ning Yu shrugged, his expression relaxed and his tone teasing: “I just helped you out back there. I’m not expecting you to repay me with your hand in marriage, but at the very least, shouldn’t I get a ‘thank you’?”
Ji Ling: “…”
Oh. That’s right. Ning Yu was just helping him out of kindness, but he had completely overthought it. That was so embarrassing! Ji Ling’s face burned hotter. He lowered his head and mumbled softly, “…Thank you.”
Ning Yu smiled. “Since that’s the case, how about watching a movie with me as a thank-you gift, hmm?”
Ji Ling: “…Alright.”
You already planned your reward in advance. What else can I say but agree?
The two of them arrived at the theater.
This was already Ji Ling’s second time watching a movie with Ning Yu. Last time, Ning Yu had told him that he had a secret… but Ji Ling hadn’t pressed him for an answer. Maybe, deep down, he already had a feeling about what it was, so he had avoided facing the obvious truth.
But he hadn’t expected that so much would happen in such a short time…
In the dim light of the theater, Ji Ling sneaked a glance at the man beside him. His sharp features were illuminated by the faint glow of the screen, making him look focused and handsome.
Ji Ling thought back on everything that had happened today, feeling conflicted.
He had used Ning Yu to escape from Carlos…
Back in that world, because of the constraints of his character setting, he could only use Carlos to get away from Jing Sui, and then use Jing Sui to reject Carlos. But now that he was back in the real world, there were no more character constraints, no more life-or-death crises. He should have faced things on his own more bravely, yet he still used Ning Yu as an excuse to reject Carlos…
That wasn’t fair—to Carlos, to Ning Yu, or even to Jing Sui.
But what troubled him the most—what made him feel guilty and ashamed—was that he hadn’t rejected Ning Yu’s help.
Yet he also hadn’t responded to Ning Yu’s feelings…
Ji Ling began to reflect on himself, to question his own emotions. What exactly do I feel for Ning Yu?
Why did I just go along with what he said without hesitation?
Does he really like Ning Yu?
If he does, then how much?
………………
Ever since that day’s date with Ning Yu, Ji Ling had subconsciously started avoiding him.
He felt that he needed to sort out his thoughts and emotions. If he didn’t like Ning Yu, then he should make it clear—just as he had done with others—instead of accepting his pursuit while hesitating to give him an answer. Ji Ling felt that wasn’t right.
But he had never been in a relationship before. In fact, not long ago, he had thought he was straight…
Being suddenly confronted with the idea of accepting a man—one who came from a book, no less—left him feeling utterly lost and confused. It was like a high school graduate being handed an advanced calculus problem completely out of the syllabus, leaving him at a loss for where to even begin.
He didn’t know if his decision was the right one.
This was a very complicated dilemma.
That weekend, Ji Ling’s parents weren’t home.
Ning Yu hadn’t contacted him.
Wang Yixin was out on a date.
Zheng Lin and Chen Ming were holed up in their dorm playing video games.
With nothing to do, Ji Ling was scrolling on his phone when he received a call from his cousin, An Shuangshuang. She had recently started dating someone and wanted Ji Ling to come and check him out.
Ji Ling figured he had nothing better to do, so he readily agreed. He went to An Shuangshuang’s school and then headed out with her.
An Shuangshuang had clearly dressed up for the occasion. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore light makeup along with a delicate white lace camisole dress, looking fresh, sweet, and adorable. She winked at Ji Ling and said, “We’re having dinner together later—help me size him up.”
Ji Ling chuckled, “Alright.”
The two chatted along the way.
It turned out that Xu Wenyao was someone An Shuangshuang had met at a party by chance. He was a handsome, wealthy, and romantic second-generation heir who had fallen for her at first sight and pursued her relentlessly. He spared no expense in wooing her, though An Shuangshuang, not being the type to chase after money, had refused his extravagant gifts. Seeing that, Xu Wenyao changed tactics, sending her flowers every day and showing consistent care and concern, displaying an unwavering determination to win her over.
An Shuangshuang was, after all, just an ordinary girl. She enjoyed watching romance dramas and had never imagined that one day she’d find herself in a situation straight out of one. It all felt so unreal, like a dream. No matter how rational she tried to be, she still found herself a little moved. Just yesterday, she had finally given in to his gentle persistence and agreed to be his girlfriend.
Even though she had said yes, she still felt a little uneasy. When Xu Wenyao invited her to dinner today, she thought it over and decided to bring Ji Ling along—having an extra pair of eyes would give her more confidence.
Ji Ling understood An Shuangshuang’s concerns. This whole situation did sound a little too good to be true. He worried that she might be getting played by a rich heir. But then again, what if Xu Wenyao really did just want a genuine relationship? He couldn’t dismiss the guy outright. Ji Ling decided to observe him first before making any judgments.
Xu Wenyao had chosen a very luxurious five-star hotel in the city, clearly indicating that money was no issue for him. As the two of them stood in front of the opulent entrance, Ji Ling thought about how he and An Shuangshuang normally wouldn’t even consider dining in a place like this.
Ji Ling had at least seen plenty in the interstellar world, so he wasn’t particularly impressed. But when he noticed the slight nervousness on An Shuangshuang’s face, he started to dislike Xu Wenyao’s approach. He knew she was just an ordinary girl, yet he deliberately flaunted his wealth so extravagantly. It felt like he was trying to overwhelm her with grandeur, making her lose her sense of judgment. If he were truly sincere, wouldn’t he be more considerate of her feelings?
Ji Ling frowned slightly as they stepped inside. Not far ahead, a handsome young man stood up and smiled at them.
An Shuangshuang seemed a little nervous as she introduced them, “This is my cousin, Ji Ling. Ji Ling, this is Xu Wenyao.”
Xu Wenyao glanced at Ji Ling, smiled faintly, and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Ji Ling reached out, shook his hand briefly, then quickly withdrew, remaining silent as he focused on eating while observing from the sidelines.
On the surface, Xu Wenyao appeared well-mannered and poised. He had good looks, wealth, and seemed emotionally intelligent—no wonder An Shuangshuang couldn’t resist his charm.
He didn’t seem to have any obvious flaws… but for some reason, Ji Ling couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
This man…
He was polite and attentive to An Shuangshuang, yet there was an underlying sense of discordance, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Ji Ling furrowed his brows as a realization struck him—Xu Wenyao reminded him of the decadent, hedonistic nobles of the Empire he had encountered in the interstellar world. Those who masked their manipulations with an elegant façade, treating commoners as mere playthings. No matter how perfect their outward appearance was, their eyes always betrayed their true nature. Beneath that polished exterior lurked nothing more than beasts in human clothing.
Ji Ling felt uneasy, but he had no concrete proof that anything was wrong with Xu Wenyao. If he relied solely on his intuition, An Shuangshuang might not be convinced. And what if he was wrong?
Time ticked by, and as dinner neared its end, Xu Wenyao invited An Shuangshuang to a party at his house the next evening. At that moment, Ji Ling suddenly stood up, reaching for a napkin on the table but ‘accidentally’ knocking over Xu Wenyao’s wine glass. The liquid spilled across the table, dripping onto his pants.
Ji Ling put on an apologetic look and quickly said, “Ah, sorry! Let me help you wipe that off.”
He moved as if to help, but Xu Wenyao glanced down at his wet trousers, his expression momentarily darkening with a flash of cold, vicious anger. However, with An Shuangshuang right there, he forced himself to suppress it. When he looked up again, his smile had returned, warm and composed. “It’s alright. I’ll go handle it myself. Please, stay seated.”
With that, he quickly stood and hurried toward the restroom.
Ji Ling had caught that fleeting expression in Xu Wenyao’s eyes. His frown deepened. That split-second flash of hostility and disgust—it was as if he bore some deep-seated grudge against him. It was unsettling. No matter how one looked at it, he did not seem like a good person.
Something about Xu Wenyao just didn’t sit right with Ji Ling.
An Shuangshuang, unaware of the subtle tension, simply chuckled, “You were so careless just now!”
Ji Ling paused for a moment and said to her, “Sister, I don’t think this guy is right for you.”
An Shuangshuang asked in confusion, “Why?” To her, everything seemed fine—the atmosphere had been great just now…
Ji Ling was at a loss for words. He couldn’t just say it was his intuition, could he?
After a brief hesitation, he said, “I’ve heard that these rich second-generation types like to toy with women. I’m afraid you’ll be deceived. You’re no match for someone like him.”
An Shuangshuang was actually a little worried about this too, but she was also somewhat moved. What if Xu Wenyao was sincere? She hesitated and said, “Not all rich second-generation heirs are like that, right…?”
………………
Xu Wenyao hurriedly got up and went to the restroom. Looking at the wet stain on his pants, he felt utterly embarrassed and humiliated. His face darkened with a vicious expression as he cursed under his breath.
Just then, his phone rang.
A friend laughed on the other end, “Hahaha, Wenyao, I heard you’ve got your eye on another college girl? How’s it going? Got her yet?”
Xu Wenyao sneered, “Don’t even mention it. That woman brought along some annoying little brat today, completely ruining my plans. Like a damn third wheel, and clumsy as hell too.”
His friend teased, “Well, that’s what you get for playing pretend and going after good girls. Of course, they’ll be more cautious. If you’re not careful, it’ll backfire on you. Why not just play with the ones who throw themselves at you? No hassle, no trouble—you can do whatever you want, however you want.”
Xu Wenyao chuckled. “Where’s the fun in that? I like clean college girls. They cry the best in bed.”
His friend laughed. “You’re such a pervert.”
Xu Wenyao smirked. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Once I’m done playing with her, I’ll take care of that brat Ji Ling too. Hahaha.”
His friend said, “You’re wicked, man. Just don’t go overboard. If you get into real trouble, even your old man won’t be able to cover for you.”
Xu Wenyao scoffed. “I’ve already looked into it. An Shuangshuang is just from an ordinary family. What can she do? As long as no one dies, it’s just a matter of throwing some money at the problem.”
The two of them chatted a bit longer before Xu Wenyao finally hung up. He walked out of the restroom at a leisurely pace, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw Jing Sui standing there, looking at him coldly. Xu Wenyao was startled and immediately straightened up, addressing him respectfully, “President Fu.”
Xu Wenyao recognized Jing Sui because his father had once introduced them. He would never forget that moment—his father, a man in his fifties who always acted high and mighty as the head of the family, had bowed and flattered Jing Sui like a mere subordinate.
This was not someone he could afford to offend.
Although Xu Wenyao acted arrogantly outside, he was well aware of his limits. In front of Jing Sui, he was nothing. His smile became fawning and obsequious as he said, “I didn’t know President Fu was here too. Are you here for dinner…?”
Jing Sui stared at him icily. He had originally been about to leave, but when he heard Ji Ling’s name, he stopped to listen.
And what he heard filled him with uncontrollable fury.
Recalling the filth that had just come out of this man’s mouth, a murderous intent flickered in Jing Sui’s eyes. But this wasn’t his world—he couldn’t act as freely as he once did. Still, not killing someone didn’t mean he couldn’t deal with them in other ways.
Xu Wenyao had just finished speaking when he noticed Jing Sui’s silence. The man simply gazed at him with an icy, bone-chilling stare, as if he were looking at an insect he could crush underfoot at any moment. A shiver ran down Xu Wenyao’s spine. What was going on?
Had he somehow offended President Fu?
Just as panic surged within him, he saw Jing Sui part his thin lips, his cold gaze filled with contempt.
“Come here,” Jing Sui said.
………………
Ji Ling and An Shuangshuang were still sitting outside. Xu Wenyao had been gone for a long time—Ji Ling was beginning to wonder if he had fallen into the toilet.
Even though he disliked Xu Wenyao, without solid evidence, he couldn’t outright discredit him. In the end, all he could do was caution An Shuangshuang to be careful, to think things through, and to never be alone with Xu Wenyao, especially not at his house.
But he could tell that An Shuangshuang was somewhat taken with him. He wasn’t sure how much of his warning she would actually heed, which left him uneasy.
Just then, Xu Wenyao finally returned. His expression was somewhat flustered, and his steps were hurried and awkward. He approached with his head slightly lowered.
An Shuangshuang stood up and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Xu Wenyao looked embarrassed. He cast a complicated glance at Ji Ling before turning to An Shuangshuang and saying, “I’m sorry, but let’s not see each other again.”
An Shuangshuang was taken aback. How did a trip to the restroom make him a completely different person? What happened?
Xu Wenyao gritted his teeth and continued, “I lied to you. I actually already have a girlfriend. I was only pursuing you for fun.”
An Shuangshuang was stunned.
Even in TV dramas, she had never seen such a bizarre development. Encountering a scumbag wasn’t surprising, but why would he suddenly expose himself when nothing had even happened yet? Wasn’t he acting really well just moments ago?
Furious, An Shuangshuang didn’t care why—she just knew this bastard needed to be slapped. She raised her hand and landed a hard slap across Xu Wenyao’s face. “Asshole.”
Xu Wenyao had never been hit by a woman before. If this had happened in the past, he would have made her pay dearly. But this time, not only did he have to endure it, he even had to admit fault. Lowering his head, he said, “Yes, I was wrong.”
With that, he hurriedly fled the scene as if running for his life.
An Shuangshuang, having just enjoyed the satisfaction of slapping him, now stood there completely bewildered. She felt like she had walked into some kind of supernatural story. Did the restroom have a magic mirror that revealed people’s true selves or something?
Ji Ling was just as surprised, but when he turned his gaze, he happened to spot Jing Sui standing in the distance. In that instant, he understood everything.
Jing Sui stood far away, not approaching them. Instead, he gracefully raised his glass toward Ji Ling, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
Ji Ling thought, So that’s what happened.
His emotions were a bit complicated. I’ve clearly rejected you—do you really not mind? Why are you still willing to help me…? Ji Ling felt a bit sad and uneasy. If he had to name someone, Jing Sui was the person he felt the most guilty toward.
He once thought he loved him.
An Shuangshuang nudged Ji Ling, completely unaware of what he was thinking, and laughed. “Let’s go. What are you spacing out for?”
Ji Ling snapped out of it and smiled. “Mm.”
He followed An Shuangshuang outside. As they reached the door, he took a glance back when she wasn’t looking. As expected, Jing Sui was still standing there. Even from this distance, he could somehow see the tenderness in his eyes, along with that faint, lingering affection.
But I can’t keep lying to you, saying that I love you, just because I feel guilty.
Ji Ling silently mouthed: Thank you. Goodbye.
………………
Ji Ling and An Shuangshuang parted ways halfway, and he returned to school alone.
He walked down the tree-lined path, staring blankly at the ground, thinking about his messy love life. He couldn’t help but sigh in sorrow.
Not only had he let Jing Sui down, but also Carlos… and Wen Yan…
This made Ji Ling feel unbearably heavy-hearted.
He kept walking absentmindedly—until he saw Ning Yu standing downstairs by his dorm.
Ji Ling finally remembered. Because he hadn’t sorted out his feelings, he had been avoiding Ning Yu. But Ning Yu still came. Ji Ling stopped in his tracks, unsure for a moment whether he should go over.
Ning Yu looked at him and walked over, step by step.
“Not happy?” Ning Yu gazed into the boy’s eyes and asked softly.
Ji Ling wanted to deny it, but Ning Yu spoke first, smiling. “It’s written all over your face, so don’t bother saying no.”
Ji Ling: “…”
Ning Yu studied him for a moment, then suddenly reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him away.
Ji Ling was too stunned to resist as Ning Yu led him off.
The two of them arrived at a secluded corner.
Ning Yu finally let go, looked at Ji Ling seriously, and asked in his clear, steady voice, “Who did you see today?”
Ji Ling felt lost and didn’t know how to answer, so he remained silent.
Ning Yu said, “Was it Jing Sui?”
Ji Ling looked up in surprise. How did you know?
Ning Yu smiled. A sharp yet calm light flickered in his dark eyes as he said coolly, “Right now, Wen Yan is at school, and Carlos wouldn’t come looking for you yet. That only leaves Jing Sui. You must have run into him by chance.”
Ji Ling couldn’t deny it and nodded.
Seeing Ji Ling looking so down, confused, and self-reproachful, Ning Yu sighed softly. “His Majesty is a very persistent man. He may seem heartless, but once he falls for someone, he won’t let go easily. You feel guilty for rejecting and deceiving him, don’t you?”
Ji Ling stared blankly at Ning Yu. He realized that whenever he talked with him, he barely needed to say anything…
Because even if he didn’t speak, Ning Yu already knew everything.
Just by looking into Ji Ling’s eyes, Ning Yu had already figured out the answer. He lowered his head slightly, his expression gentle, his thin lips curling into a smile as he said, “Actually, this problem is easy to solve. I have a way to make sure you never have to worry about this again.”
Ji Ling asked doubtfully, “What way?”
Ning Yu smiled. “The reason you feel sad and guilty is that you think you can’t return their feelings. You’re troubled because you don’t want to hurt or deceive them… If that’s the case, then just don’t reject them.”
Ji Ling was completely stunned. Ning Yu was actually encouraging him to accept them???
Wasn’t he the one who said he was going to pursue him?!
Ning Yu continued, “Your moral values and worldview are restricting you. You’ve trapped yourself in a dead end, thinking you must be sincere and devoted to a single relationship. But if you let go of that mindset just a little, you could accept everyone. For example, Monday with Jing Sui, Tuesday with Carlos, Wednesday with Wen Yan, Thursday with me… This way, you won’t have to disappoint anyone, and everyone will be happy.” He leaned in close to Ji Ling’s ear and chuckled meaningfully. “I don’t mind serving one husband alongside others. What do you think of this idea?”
Ji Ling was absolutely dumbfounded!!!
It took him a full ten seconds to process what Ning Yu was suggesting, and then his face flushed red with fury. What the hell kind of nonsense is this?!
Who—who would accept all of them?!
He wasn’t that kind of person, okay?!
And what kind of weird things had Ning Yu been reading?! How could he even say something like this?! Was he serious?! Ji Ling had never met someone so shameless!
His hand trembled as he pointed at Ning Yu, his face dark with frustration. “You call that a suggestion?”
Ning Yu gazed at Ji Ling’s angry expression, his face calm as he pondered for a moment. Then, he smiled faintly and said, “It seems you can’t accept this plan.”
Ji Ling snapped, “Of course, I won’t accept it!”
Ning Yu paused, then smiled slightly. “Then I have another solution.”
Ji Ling scoffed. “Forget it.”
He had no interest in hearing more of this guy’s nonsense.
But suddenly, Ning Yu took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He leaned down, his deep black eyes locking onto Ji Ling’s as he spoke in his smooth, gentle voice, “Then just randomly pick one. As long as you choose one, the others will naturally give up.”
Ji Ling: “…”
He really shouldn’t have expected anything reasonable from this guy. What do you mean, “just randomly pick one”?! Since when was choosing a romantic partner like picking a lottery ticket?!
Ning Yu looked at Ji Ling’s expression and chuckled. His smile was warm and gentle. “You always overthink things when making decisions. But love isn’t as serious as you make it out to be. Many people get together simply because they find each other pleasant and don’t dislike one another. It’s only after spending time together that they figure out if they’re truly compatible. If you overthink it—if you go as far as considering marriage from the start—or if you let too many external factors cloud your judgment, you’ll only make things complicated and difficult. ‘Just randomly pick one’ doesn’t mean treating love carelessly. Sometimes, you just have to trust your instincts. That might actually be the closest thing to the truth.”
Ji Ling: “…”
Why did this guy always make his ridiculous logic sound so reasonable and irrefutable…?
“When you don’t know what to do, why not close your eyes, set everything aside, and listen to your heart?” Ning Yu’s dark eyes held a hint of laughter. “Do you want to try?”
Ji Ling stared at him, dazed. Those black eyes seemed to have some kind of magic—so deep and gentle that he couldn’t look away.
Close my eyes, follow my heart… Would that really work?
Ning Yu gazed at the boy with quiet tenderness. Watching him hesitantly close his eyes, as if seriously considering it…
A soft smile curved Ning Yu’s lips. He slid his fingers into Ji Ling’s hair, cupped the back of his head, and leaned down—kissing him directly.
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